Dad's boss used to give his adult kids and their spouses $10,000 each year for Christmas - cash money. He sent his secretary to the bank to get the money. One year the bank informed her they no longer made bills in either the $1,000 or $10,000 (was there ever a $10,00 bills). The poor guy honest as the day is long got a visit from both the IRS and the DEA. They believed him thank goodness. Now he gives them money orders.

Dad would get a large sum of money out when we traveled. One time when I was 16, we were getting ready to leave the next morning but we were out of milk. Dad sent me to safeway to get a quart of milk with $100 bill at 10 pm. I fell all over myself apologizing to the clerk, who assured me it was ok. Thing was they had just installed scanners and still had the volume turned up so it announced I was getting $98 or something near that back in change. There were some sketchy guys that had leaving. They heard that stepped outside and stopped. I went to the manager and explained what had happened. He walked me to my car. It takes us 2 days to get to PEI. Dad Calls into the office to check in and they ask if I'm Ok. Apparently the safeway manager brought the security issue to the attention of his higher ups using my name/Mr. Herbert's daughter in the story. The higher ups (district not corporate) had called Dad's office to apologize and say they were looking into getting the volume turned off. (Dad was president of one of 3 Miller distributorships in Houston so he knew all the grocery higher ups)

Kind of related. I got travelers checks last time I went to PEI. American Express. I went to my Nanna's bank to cash one and they refused. Apparently there had been a rash of counterfeit ones, and no-one was accepting them. I was standing there jaw on the floor trying to figure out what to do. The teller asked me to move and asked the person behind what she needed. Michelle was maybe 10, she said nothing I'm just with my cousin pointing to me. My cousin on Daddy's side, her mom is my Aunt (Mom's name). I honestly think Michelle knew exactly what she was doing and what type of politics she was playing. Since I was my grandparents grandchild they cashed the checks and gave me a card to show any other teller at their bank to cash any other checks the rest of my stay.

I feel like I'm missing a lot here. And your dad sure does seem to know everyone in town!

I sent out my birthday invitations two weeks ago (the party is three months from now) and got a reply from a friend(ish) saying she couldn't come because it's her two-year-old's birthday two days before the event. Which is not the snowflake-part.

The snowflake-part is:She actually complained that I chose exactly that weekend because I should have known she would have other plans for that date.

...well, my birthday is two days before her kid's, so I'm not quite sure what she was expecting

I sent out my birthday invitations two weeks ago (the party is three months from now) and got a reply from a friend(ish) saying she couldn't come because it's her two-year-old's birthday two days before the event. Which is not the snowflake-part.

The snowflake-part is:She actually complained that I chose exactly that weekend because I should have known she would have other plans for that date.

...well, my birthday is two days before her kid's, so I'm not quite sure what she was expecting

May I ask why you sent the invitations so far in advance? Even wedding invitations are traditionally only sent 6-8 weeks before the event.

Dad's boss used to give his adult kids and their spouses $10,000 each year for Christmas - cash money. He sent his secretary to the bank to get the money. One year the bank informed her they no longer made bills in either the $1,000 or $10,000 (was there ever a $10,00 bills). The poor guy honest as the day is long got a visit from both the IRS and the DEA. They believed him thank goodness. Now he gives them money orders.

Dad would get a large sum of money out when we traveled. One time when I was 16, we were getting ready to leave the next morning but we were out of milk. Dad sent me to safeway to get a quart of milk with $100 bill at 10 pm. I fell all over myself apologizing to the clerk, who assured me it was ok. Thing was they had just installed scanners and still had the volume turned up so it announced I was getting $98 or something near that back in change. There were some sketchy guys that had leaving. They heard that stepped outside and stopped. I went to the manager and explained what had happened. He walked me to my car. It takes us 2 days to get to PEI. Dad Calls into the office to check in and they ask if I'm Ok. Apparently the safeway manager brought the security issue to the attention of his higher ups using my name/Mr. Herbert's daughter in the story. The higher ups (district not corporate) had called Dad's office to apologize and say they were looking into getting the volume turned off. (Dad was president of one of 3 Miller distributorships in Houston so he knew all the grocery higher ups)

Kind of related. I got travelers checks last time I went to PEI. American Express. I went to my Nanna's bank to cash one and they refused. Apparently there had been a rash of counterfeit ones, and no-one was accepting them. I was standing there jaw on the floor trying to figure out what to do. The teller asked me to move and asked the person behind what she needed. Michelle was maybe 10, she said nothing I'm just with my cousin pointing to me. My cousin on Daddy's side, her mom is my Aunt (Mom's name). I honestly think Michelle knew exactly what she was doing and what type of politics she was playing. Since I was my grandparents grandchild they cashed the checks and gave me a card to show any other teller at their bank to cash any other checks the rest of my stay.

I feel like I'm missing a lot here. And your dad sure does seem to know everyone in town!

My 10 yo cousin got them to cash the travlers check - because I wasn't a tourist but family back for a visit.

Dad was an outgoing person *His maternal grandfather was involved in City government*He grew up when Houston was a small city and a good number of the people from the neighborhood he grew up in became movers and shakers during the 60's - 80's*From his job Dad knew most of the restaurant owners, grocery industry, and liquor stores. *Dad was on 3 - 4 rodeo committees that is a huge deal in Houston*Both him and Mom were involved in civic organizations*Charities want people in the beer and alcohol industries on their committees Texas laws are tricky and it is easier to get donations if someone on your committee is in the business. Even some churches here will have beer at their festivals.

I once got heck (very good-humored heck, but still) for daring to schedule my birthday party when the local football team was playing a home game. I hate all sports and had no idea they were playing that night.

The real SS part, though, is that one of the guests who said she'd be coming to my party after the game didn't show up after all. Why? Because our team lost, and she was so depressed, she just went home.

I sent out my birthday invitations two weeks ago (the party is three months from now) and got a reply from a friend(ish) saying she couldn't come because it's her two-year-old's birthday two days before the event. Which is not the snowflake-part.

The snowflake-part is:She actually complained that I chose exactly that weekend because I should have known she would have other plans for that date.

...well, my birthday is two days before her kid's, so I'm not quite sure what she was expecting

Well, you have responded to her that your birthday came first ( by about 28 years) and that SHE should have known better than to have a kid that close to YOUR birthday, because she should have know you had it reserved for milestone dates already. and watched her jaw drop and then explained that as ridiculous as that sounds, she sounds just as bad to you. Yeah that might be a tad rude...but a gal can dream can't she

He gave notice a week ago, a big party was planned and held last Friday. His last day is supposed to be Thursday, but he has decided he is done with the position and is gone. Taking sick leave, without approval, and leaving the admin team understaffed. Also, we found some inappropriate video material on the front desk computer today.

He gave notice a week ago, a big party was planned and held last Friday. His last day is supposed to be Thursday, but he has decided he is done with the position and is gone. Taking sick leave, without approval, and leaving the admin team understaffed. Also, we found some inappropriate video material on the front desk computer today.

I am glad I found out before making a cake for him as I had planned.

Wow. Way to burn bridges. I'd ask what the heck gets into people, but this thread is 1450 pages long and we still haven't figured this out...

School group is booked for back-to-back programs, which will involve several docents (volunteer interpreters). Teacher shows up early and demands to see program coordinator. The assistant won't do. Teacher demands to meet with the docents in advance of the program. Demands.

Teacher proceeds to lecture docents at length about how this class is incredibly intelligent and creative and wonderful. Did I mention intelligent? They were all reincarnations of Albert Einstein, Leonardo da Vinci, Marie Curie and Hermione Granger. Really intelligent, you know.

When the program ended, one docent remarked that the reason for the speech must have been to try to blind the docents to the fact that this was a remarkably obnoxious and rude group of students. The docent sort of called it the "class from eHell."

Nothing against people who believe in reincarnation, but why is it that people always say they were beautiful or important in their previous life? For all we know they could have been a night soil collector or an undertaker or a garbage man.

I'm pretty sure that if I am a reincarnation, my previous lives were perfectly ordinary. Am I the only one whose previous lives were that of being the wife of a farmer/peasant?

Not always true. My Aunt was told that she was a riverboat dancing girl. I think the past life 'reader' was trying to make a romantic story and fell flat because she said my Uncle was a riverboat gambler. When my Aunt asked that weren't most 'dancing girls' really prostitutes, the lady changed her story to that my Aunt in particular wasn't. lol

I got my cast off on Thursday ( after 15 weeks and change) and am still in Physical Therapy. I was doing the "work out" ( read walking around the track under supervision) that my therapist designed for me to with a Personal Trainer at the Y.

Apparently the trainer has made quite the impression with the 'tween set. A group of 3 12year olds followed us around, trying to flirt with my 26year old therapist, making obnoxious comments, running past us and getting quite close to both us as we walked. Asking the Trainer for hugs, ect. basically making nuisances of themselves. At one point they asked him for a date. Both he and I told them that he was being paid to work with me and they upped their attention seeking behaviors. Their mother came by and we asked her to control them because they were impacting my time with the trainer and she replied that they were kids and we needed to stop "picking on them" and told them not to worry that she'd "take care if our attitudes". I dread hearing what she actually told the higher ups. sigh.

I relate. My trainer, Mike, is very good looking and has quite the "following" at the gym. Our time together frequently gets interrupted by female members just "dropping by" the machines we're using to say hi. Mike's pretty good at saying hi politely and then redirecting his attention back to me.

Now, those girls in your case were being really annoying and inappropriate. They need to be reported to management, if their mother won't control them. Which clearly, she won't. If your trainer is going to do well, he's going to need to learn how to redirect "interrupters" in a polite but firm manner. Otherwise, interrupters will control his sessions and he will lose clients.

To add to your story about the guy "using the equipment however I want!" I submit:

I work out with Mike twice a week. Unless we're using specific equipment out in the main area of the gym, we use the private trainers' room. There is a large sign posted on the door stating that the room is for private training sessions only, but the door doesn't lock. The same equipment can be found in the main gym area. Training clients pay extra for the privilege of having that room and the trainers to themselves.

Two weeks ago, I walked into the training room with Mike and there were three people in there. Another trainer, Joe, his client, Sophie (who I know from outside of the gym), and a woman I didn't recognize, who was in the middle of her workout. It was unusual enough that Joe and Sophie were there because the trainers try to avoid scheduling us in the training room at the same time because it's a long, narrow room without a lot of space and well, most of us using trainers aren't the sort of fit athletes that feel comfortable doing strenuous exercises in front of other people. And for another random person to be in the room without a trainer was just weird.

When the random woman saw me walk in with Mike, she rolled her eyes and huffed out a breath and sighed, "Great." Mike's brows rose. Joe said, "I thought she was waiting for you." And before Mike or Joe could say anything, the lady stomped out of the room.

I looked to Mike and asked, "What just happened?"

Joe and Sophie finished up and left. Mike shrugged and we started my workout. A few minutes in, the lady comes stomping back into the training room and says, "Can I at least finish my set with XYZ equipment?" Unfortunately, she was demanding to use the piece of equipment I was using at the time. Mike explained that I was using it and the same equipment could be found in the main area of the gym. And then he added that this room was for training clients only. She said that was a stupid rule, she paid for use of the gym, too, and it wasn't fair that a room full of equipment wasn't available to her.

Mike refused to make me get off of the equipment she wanted. She stomped away. I introduced Mike to the concept of a special snowflake, which made him laugh.

The woman did go to the management to complain. Mike said they told her that she would have to sign up with a trainer to use the trainers room. And over the last two weeks, she has tried to "sneak" into the room while Mike and Joe are training with clients and every time she sees the room is occupied she makes a big show of sighing and stomping away.